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My pussy throbbed eagerly, hungrily. I needed him. I needed him to make the need stop.
CHAPTER 24
CURI
“Curi, it hurts. Please…” She rubs her body against me.
I grab her arms to hold her still. “Fuck.”
“Yes!” She twists her fingers in my shirt. “Fuck me. Please.” A sob breaks from her lips. “Curi, please. Help me…”
This is déjà vu, and I know exactly what’s happening here. “Cameron, you’re not yourself.”
She grabs my nape and crushes her mouth to mine, and oh gods, she tastes like nectar and caramel lattes, and I want nothing more than to push my tongue into her mouth and taste every fucking inch of her. It takes everything I have in me not to act on my desires. Instead, I gently cup her jaw and force her away from me.
“Look at me. Cameron, look at me.”
Her eyes are unfocused, the color all wrong. The stormy gray is now laced with streaks of crimson. “Cameron!”
She blinks, and her gaze sharpens, nostrils flaring. “Curi, I can’t make it stop. I need you…to…to…”
“What do you need, Cameron?” I need her to say it. I need her to be clear.
She squeezes her eyes closed, leaking tears. “I need you to touch me. I need you to…to make me come.”
My heart is a fist in my chest because although I offered myself to her for this very purpose all those weeks ago, now that the time is here, I’m not sure I want to cross that line. I don’t want to lose her. I don’t want to lose our friendship.
“There has to be another way.”
She grips my shoulders, fingers digging in as she cries out in pain. “Maybe, but not right now. No time right now. Please. I need you to do this for me.”
My blood is on fire as I scoop her up into my arms and carry her into the room, kicking the door closed behind me.
I try to lay her on the bed, but she clings to me, sobbing softly, her need an aroma that my beast can’t resist, but I tamp down on it as I climb onto the mattress with her. I won’t let him out. I can’t risk it.
Whatever happens between us now will be clinical and necessary. No emotion. There can be no fucking emotion.
She grabs my wrist and guides me to the apex of her thighs, her face buried against my shoulder in shame.
My throat is tight, eyes burning as I touch her over her slick panties. She’s so fucking wet and hot. Her lips swollen with need. Dripping beneath the fabric. I want to touch her bare pussy, to taste her with my tongue.
My chest vibrates, and she moans, parting her thighs for me.
No.
I can’t. I have to focus.
I can do this for her without crossing that line. I stroke her through the fabric, running my fingers over her clit, then circling it. She bucks hard against me, her strangled cry music to myears as she comes. But it’s not over. Her body is on fire, pressing against mine, hips rolling against my hand begging for more.
“Inside,” she whispers, her voice as tight as the string of a bow. “Please.”
Fuck, she’s testing me now. I squeeze my eyes shut, holding on to the reins of my beast as I slip my hand into her panties and touch her bare skin. My cock is so hard I’m afraid it will explode as I slide first one, then two digits into her. She’s so tight, so fucking tight.
She sobs. “Yes, yes, yes.” Her walls hug me as I thrust, squeezing me tightly as she comes, over and over, leaving me wet, hard, and hungry. A strange prickle washes over my skin, a haze fills my mind, and the air is suddenly thick with a sweet, cloying scent.
I stay inside her until her body relaxes and she slumps against me, and then I slowly withdraw my fingers.
She curls her body into a ball against me and lies there breathing, just breathing for long seconds. Silent fractures make their way across my heart because she’s so small, so vulnerable, and all I want to do in this moment is erase what just happened between us and take us back to the easy comradery of before.
